| Oh what a circus, oh what a show
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| Argentina has gone to town
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| Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
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| We’ve all gone crazy
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| Mourning all day and mourning all night
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| Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
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| Oh what an exit, that’s how to go
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| When they’re ringing your curtain down
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| Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
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| It’s quite a sunset
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| And good for the country in a roundabout way
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| We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers today
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| But who is this Santa Evita?
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| Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
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| What kind of goddess has lived among us?
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| How will we ever get by without her?
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| She had her moments, she had some style
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| The best show in town was the crowd
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| Outside the Casa Rosada crying, «Eva Peron»
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| But that’s all gone now
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| As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
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| We’re all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years
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| Salve regina mater misericordiae
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| Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
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| Salve salve regina
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| Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
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| Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
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| O clemens o pia
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| Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
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| Our life, sweetness, and hope
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| Hail, hail, oh queen
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| To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
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| To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
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| Oh clement, oh loving one
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| You let down your people Evita
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| You were supposed to have been immortal
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| That’s all they wanted, not much to ask for
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| But in the end you could not deliver
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| Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
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| Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long
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| Your queen is dead, your king is through
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| And she’s not coming back to you
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| Show business kept us all alive
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| Since seventeen October 1945
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| But the star has gone, the glamour’s worn thin
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| That’s a pretty bad state for a state to be in
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| Instead of government we had a stage
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| Instead of ideas, a prima donna’s rage
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| Instead of help we were given a crowd
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| She didn’t say much, but she said it loud
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| Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
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| Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long
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| Your queen is dead, your king is through
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| She’s not coming back to you
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| Salve regina mater misericordiae
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| Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
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| Salve salve regina Peron
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| Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
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| Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
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| O clemens o pia
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| Don’t cry for me Argentina
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| For I am ordinary, unimportant
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| And undeserving of such attention
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| Unless we all are, I think we all are
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| So share my glory, so share my coffin
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| So share my glory, so share my coffin
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| It’s our funeral too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh What A Circus , by - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Song from the album Unmasked: The Platinum Collection, in the genre Мюзиклы